Sirius couldn't help the grin that crossed Sirius's face. Amelia was right, boys would be boys, which meant fighting. He never understood how birds got anything solved the way they talked behind each other's backs. Being a bloke was so much easier! You just walked up to whoever you were angry with, punched him, and it was over with. But fights excited Sirius almost as much as girls did. It was in his genetics, and he couldn't help himself replaying the scene over and over in his mind, each with tiny variations. Of course, none of them included Eli getting the upper hand, but that was just loyalty. "Looks and sounds like you did your fists justice, James. At least it'll be all over tomorrow."
Sirius tensed at the sound of James coughing. Of course, he couldn't look too concerned in front of a lady, but he was. Although Sirius had plenty of friends, he didn't have anyone else he could count on. That lead to some ridiculously deep affection, and Sirius didn't exactly enjoy seeing James hurt. Sirius followed Amelia, and then took place beside James. "Oi, I've lots of chocolate. What about juice and alcohol, Mel? To numb any pain he might have?"
In all honestly, Sirius was a bit clueless when it came to losing blood. He'd never learned much about healing spells, and he knew nothing about blood loss. That was more in the muggle realm of things, which Sirius lacked information.
Looking back to Prongs, Sirius shook his head with a smile. "Your, er, our dad is going to be thrilled."